Fair winds and safe harbor in Boothbay
Like cherry blossoms along the Potomac or swallows to Capistrano, the return of the windjammer fleet to Boothbay Harbor in the last week of June marks a season – and a reason to celebrate!
Technically, windjammers are “large sailing ships with an iron or, for the most part, steel hull with between three and five masts and square sails.” As the schooners (two or more masts, the foremast being no taller than the rear mast) and barques (three or more masts) – and their admiring fleet of sloops (single mast), runabouts and our own motorlaunch, Bright Line – arrive in the harbor and furl their sails like the wings of gulls, the bustle of preparation shifts to the expansive glow of welcome.
This year’s 51st Windjammer Days in Boothbay are a fitting symbol for our destination and the hospitality we extend to visitors. While every guest may not receive a parade like the one that winds through town this afternoon, the idea that Boothbay plans ahead to make things festive for our guests is pervasive, from the galleries and shopkeepers in town to our own front desk (housekeepers, servers, groundskeepers…!) Just as the town can’t wait til July 4th to put out the bunting that means “Summer Has Arrived!,” we, too, deck our halls. We think the signal flags and yacht club burgees that decorate Bogie’s look especially festive and the yardarm with the national colors and weather signal flags is the perfect measure for arriving yachtspeople as to the position of the sun.
In the harbors of New England it seems there’s always room for one more boat. The windjammers drop anchor in the harbor while visitors seek out spots. Locals honor the courtesy of letting the harbormaster know if their moorings will be free; and we have ten moorings for our guests, including restaurant patrons (and dock service provided by Bright Line, of course.) For anyone, arriving by sea or land, a century-plus-long tradition of welcoming all who dock on our shores endures in Boothbay Harbor – and at Spruce Point Inn.
- A summer place
- Of Owls and Fog
- In this elemental season of black, white and grey
- Here’s to new starts
- Seizing ‘stopfulness’ from the solstice
- The season of the spruce
- The hand-crafted gifts of Spruce Point
- It was a dark and stormy night
- Ocean Awareness Week
- The enchanted season of the ‘wondrous strange’